Happy New Year?
Tomorrow is the 2nd anniversary of the day my uncle was killed. I don't know if it's that, or the stress of the holidays, or what, but this time of year is so hard. I'm thankful that I have my dog, that I've reconnected with my friends, that I'm generally free of depression and happy, that I have a job that allows me to afford food (and sometimes even good food like sharp cheddar cheese and loose leaf tea). But I feel sad. A few days ago my mom said "This year will be better. It has to be." and I said "No it doesn't." Because this year doesn't have to be better. But I really, really hope it is anyway.